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You will be hardpressed to find anyone as hardcore, as badass as Antonio Banderas in Desperado. We're speaking real life, or even in film. Then he goes and makes, what, Spy Kids?
Is there no respect left in this world.
So, I must say that the trip to Ireland really sparked something FAN-tastic and wonderful. As Asier put it, I see the end of the tunnel. A bunch of ideas and paths have presented themselves. Obviously, there is one that I want much, much, much more than any other.
The point now is to challenge myself more than I ever have before--and to scare myself every step of the way. Really, what will you gain in life if you're not afraid of what you're doing? The bigger the chance of failure, the greater and sweeter that success will be, you dig?
Also, for the first time in months, I feel like writing. Just writing all the time. Indulging myself in words and meter--or something like that. But. The point of this is that I definitely will go back to school in a few years and get that masters for creative writing. From there, I think it's into the world of magazine. Maybe instead for the masters in fine arts, I'll go for... something else....
Michigan graduation comes in less than a month. It hit me that this class is one of the last that will tie me to the university. After they leave, there will be about five people left that I actually speak with in any sort of frequency. It's an odd sensation, let me tell you that. The worst of it all is that those who are international students will leave and never have a reason to return. Out of all the places you would go in the States, why would you go back to Michigan? Silliness. I hardly want to come back to Michigan and this is where my peeps are.
Right now, the point is to live wildly--in the sense of fully and, well, as a hardcore badass. Now, I will either go running, play football with the dog, do some pilates or yoga. Hmm. Or sit down and read some poetry. Who knows! The day is still young. Woot.
Is there no respect left in this world.
So, I must say that the trip to Ireland really sparked something FAN-tastic and wonderful. As Asier put it, I see the end of the tunnel. A bunch of ideas and paths have presented themselves. Obviously, there is one that I want much, much, much more than any other.
The point now is to challenge myself more than I ever have before--and to scare myself every step of the way. Really, what will you gain in life if you're not afraid of what you're doing? The bigger the chance of failure, the greater and sweeter that success will be, you dig?
Also, for the first time in months, I feel like writing. Just writing all the time. Indulging myself in words and meter--or something like that. But. The point of this is that I definitely will go back to school in a few years and get that masters for creative writing. From there, I think it's into the world of magazine. Maybe instead for the masters in fine arts, I'll go for... something else....
Michigan graduation comes in less than a month. It hit me that this class is one of the last that will tie me to the university. After they leave, there will be about five people left that I actually speak with in any sort of frequency. It's an odd sensation, let me tell you that. The worst of it all is that those who are international students will leave and never have a reason to return. Out of all the places you would go in the States, why would you go back to Michigan? Silliness. I hardly want to come back to Michigan and this is where my peeps are.
Right now, the point is to live wildly--in the sense of fully and, well, as a hardcore badass. Now, I will either go running, play football with the dog, do some pilates or yoga. Hmm. Or sit down and read some poetry. Who knows! The day is still young. Woot.
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It's those brews in the Porterhouse ... full of sparkle!
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